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Post by
oneforthemoney
Character:
Varyn Brighthammer, Mordecai
Location:
Dragonblight
Varyn peered at the fel woman, scrutinizing her. His brow furrowed a fraction. She stood taller. Less hunched than when they first met, as though there had been invisible figures looming behind her in constant judgement. Her tone was more solid, less fractured and prone to garbling, meaning he could understand her with startling clarity.
"Are you alright, Miss Malice," Varyn queried cautiously. "Last we spoke was back in Pandaria."
Very slowly Damocles turned his head to observe the conversation with unreadable eyes. A free hand in a pocket, the other holding the shotgun at ease.
Sir Woecce bowed his head as Snowmane explained. He hunched against the cold, retreating deeper into the black of his ParCon jacket. Listening, he gently swirled his tumbler of scotch. As she finished he brought the glass to his lips and drained the contents in a single gulp. A fortifying shiver coursed through his body. Looking back up with a strained smile he retrieved a silver flask from a pocket, a coat of arms long since rubbed down by frequent handling flashed as he refilled his glass.
"Mmm. Mmm. Quite so...Quite so...Miss Bloodhowl," Sir Woecce began carefully, pausing to sip at his scotch. "Ah. Bally good. Nothing quite like a scotch on the rocks in the middle of the day. Stiffens the spine. Puts hair on your chest. A shot, my dear?" he asked, tilting the flask towards the worg and shaking it enticingly with a swishing sound.
Post by
Skreeran
Character: Gurka, Kitanga, Dag'rema
Location: Feralas
Gurka and Dag'rema returned to find Kitanga standing impotently as she witnessed the argument between worgs.
"What's going on?" Gurka asked, looking to Rotha. "Is there a problem?"
Character: Malice, Snowmane
Location: Dragonblight
"We͏ll, qu̡ite a bįt h͢as ̀h̸ap͠p͜ene͡d͞ s͘in̷c̕e,̀" Malice answered, a sickly smile still plastered on her less-than-human face. "I͟ ͡w͟as ca̵ptu͝r̛ed͠ by ҉the Para̷d̛o̕x Poli͏cȩ,́ ̴t͞o̕rt͏u̴red҉ ̨ánd̢ ̷b͘r҉oke͢n áp͘àrt ͜f͘or ̸a ̧fe͟w̡ m͠i͝llęnia, ́ánd fo̵rćed ̛i͡nt͏o̡ serv̛itu͞de̢ t͞o̶ ͢h҉u̴ǹt d̴o̢w̡n̛ yo͟ur̨ f̀ur͢ry͜ ͏lad͞y̸ fr̵ięn͢d ͢th̕e͠re. ͢Noẁ ͟t̡hat she'͘s p̀r̷operly p҉l̡a͘c҉e҉d i҉n ͏the̸ ̧tim͢e̵l̸i̶ne͜, ͜I look forwa̕rd̛ t̨o b҉ei͞ng̶ bu͡r̸n̶t ͝a̡w͝ay҉ ͢t̡ǫ m҉y ̛c̷or̕e and̨ ̛s͡t͘o͡r̢e͝d ̶in som͢e̕ ͞ųnc̸om͘f̵o͡r̵t҉ab͟l̛e claus͡tro͟phob́i͞c p̕r͏iso͠n̢ ̨f̕o͠r̵ h҉o̷w͢ev́er e͢ons̡ ͢i̴t͘ ͢ta̸ke͝s for me҉ t͞o be ̧n̨e̡e̕d̴ed a͟g͢ain."
"Yes, please," Snowmane answered, perhaps a little too quickly. The familiar, comforting weight of her own flask sitting heavily in her inner robe pocket was gone, and while what she'd drank earlier was still buzzing around her head, the empty feeling in her pocket was making her anxious.
Post by
oneforthemoney
Character:
Varyn Brighthammer, Mordecai
Location:
Dragonblight
Varyn had a hard look which he turned on the silent Damocles for all the good it did against the unflappable figure.
"Can I help you?"
"You're not taking her back," Varyn articulated slowly.
One of Damocles' brows slowly rose. "Oh?"
"Take! Take!" Sir Woecce cried, opening his arms to reveal flasks of all shapes and sizes decorating the lining of his coat. "One of the benefits of controlling time is it's always scotch o'clock!"
Post by
355559
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Post by
Skreeran
Character: Gurka, Kitanga, Dag'rema
Location: Feralas
Gurka didn't seem convinced, but did not press the issue. "Dag'rema wandered off and drained the life from a tree to use as fuel for Fel magic," she informed the others. "She has since sworn to give up Fel usage. I would like everyone's help in keeping an eye on her to make sure she goes through with it."
Dag'rema glared at the orc hatefully, silently seething.
Kitanga looked to her sister sadly, but couldn't bear to say anything.
Character: Malice, Snowmane
Location: Dragonblight
Malice looked between Varyn and Damocles, interested.
Snowmane blinked, and promptly gathered five flasks, depositing all but one in her deep outer pockets. The last one she took, unscrewing its cap, and quickly drank a few mouthfuls, before replacing the cap and storing it with the others.
"Scratch used to be one of you, didn't he?" she asked, sitting back to let the alcohol take effect. "What made him become the way he is now?"
Post by
Aimsyr
Vashadya Duskwind
Feralas
Vashadya politely said nothing, regarding Leaf-Pelt puzzledly.
Post by
oneforthemoney
Character:
Varyn Brighthammer, Mordecai
Location:
Dragonblight
Sir Woecce sighed. His shoulders drooped and face grew long. The white within his hair become more pronounced, like the snow atop the mountain in winter and remaining long into spring. "Was, is, will be," Sir Woecce replied softly. "Who can say. Is he one of us who has not yet fallen? Or is he one of the original. Has he even been recruited? I cannot say definitively. He flaunts such rules until it is impossible to know. He may be a paradox from a whole other world come here for all we know." Shaking his head, Sir Woecce shivered in the cold that surrounded him. "We have been chasing him through millenia, undoing the damage he has done as best we can. But there's always more." Reaching forward, Sir Woecce retrieved the silver flask he had given Snowmane and took a long pull. He gasped when finished and let the container hang limply from his fingers.
He slowly raised his head to look straight at Snowmane. He looked exhausted, eyes red and face long. "Do not worry about Scratch. I shall post someone to keep watch on you. If he does show up, we will be there in an instant. And don't worry about us coming after you any longer." Sir Woecce rubbed his chin. "So long as you avoid tampering with history, we will leave you be."
"Yes," Varyn replied assuredly. "She doesn't deserve such a fate. I question that anyone does."
"You would be willing to let it run free?" Damocles queried. "The odds you could keep it in line are minimal at best. That it would kill you on the other hand is quite high. No less, it is a paradox. If I let it go free, then it will remain a burden on the timeline. This is not to mention," Damocles continued philosophically, "if I make an exception for this one, why would I not for every paradox I run across?" Looming over the white haired mage, the black cloaked man narrowed his eyes. "It is clear breach of protocol. So the question is, with all these reasons weighing against her, why should I set it free?"
Varyn met that challenge squarely. "Miss Malice is..." He hesitated for the right word. "Complicated. But I'm not about to let you take her to torment again, have I the ability to prevent it."
"And," Damocles said slowly, "what makes you think you have that ability?"
"I...believe so," Varyn replied.
Post by
Skreeran
Character: Snowmane, Malice
Location: Dragonblight
Snowmane mused over this information. "You know, I cannot help but feel just a bit of resentment over this new change of events," she stated, considering her words carefully. "I have lived in fear for weeks now, because of your organization. My daughter was nearly killed. In fact, she's still out there, and still a paradox, as far as I know. She's certainly not safe from you. And yet now, because a dragon says so, you act as if your organization exists to protect me. You act like you care..." she paused, frowning. "I have no doubt that containment of paradoxes is necessary. But surely you must understand what it is like to flee from one horrible universe of pain and death only to be hunted like an animal in this one. I can't help but feel a bit angry after all this time of your treating me like a thing instead of a person."
Malice raised an eyebrow, intrigued with Varyn's words. She didn't know how to feel about the situation. It certainly felt nice to be treated like a human. To have someone care for her wellbeing.
But, on the other hand, she wasn't sure she even deserved to be called human anymore. The whole reason she had exiled herself from her family in the first place was because she was a threat. Because she was a monster. She wasn't Mary anymore. She was Malice. Even if Varyn rescued her, could she even promise his own safety in return?
Post by
Sparkbolt
Character: Aldos, Leaf-Pelt
Location: Feralas
Leaf-Pelt looked to the new comers but said nothing.
Post by
355559
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Post by
oneforthemoney
Character:
Varyn Brighthammer, Mordecai
Location:
Dragonblight
As she finished a hardened glint came to Sir Woecce's eyes. Steel entered his tone, softness in his figure hardened as his voice rolled at Snowmane with the weight of duty and conviction.
"I understand too well. But make no mistake. My sympathy does not extend invitation. If you fled from your world, that means only you failed to save it. You do not comprehend what we safeguard. If we fail, everything is lost. Everything that ever has, or ever will be, is undone. A warlord may conquer a world, the legion may succeed, but never forget that even with those occasions, there is still hope. Future. Past.
"We can never afford to fail," Sir Woecce impressed upon the worgen, wind rustling his ParCon jacket, red suit glowering in the darkness as though he were bathed in blood. "No individual's life is worth the entirety of existence. If you had not been tied into history, then I would be forcing you through a gate back into the world you fled from." Sir Woecce was on his feet, both eyes firmly affixed to the worgen. "A failure to safeguard your world will not jeopardize all history. I will do what I must! No matter who it pains."
Retrieving his hand, Damocles revealed his pocket watch for those to see. Placing his hand upon the top, the man in black began to carefully wind it, the tick tick of clicking gears moving in reverse murmured from within their casing. "Do tell."
"For one," Varyn began demonstratively, his tone careful. "A paradox, according to your definition, relates to a being which influences a timeline negatively due to not existing properly."
"Correct."
"Therefore," Varyn said slowly, "should I attempt to track down Miss Malice, I will not be acting in accordance to my ordained fate. As such, despite not being present, Miss Malice continues to exert a paradoxical influence upon this realm of time.
"However," the mage added carefully, "should she, on the other hand, be given an opportunity for an existence of minimal impact, then I would have no reason to seek her out, her presence and effect would be minimal, and therefore the net gain and damage caused by her will in fact be minimal in comparison to what she could cause."
Damocles took a moment to consider this. Mordecai's eyes burned in unearthly light as he watched the gloved hands turn the dial upon the watch, the click of gears recalling something in the labyrinthine depths of his mind. "And what if I were simply to kill you?" Damocles posed.
"I doubt that," Varyn replied slowly. "It occurs to me that were killing those who are not paradoxes something simple, you would have done so before now, so as to remove us as impediments. That you have not seems to imply you do not consider that wise."
Damocles nodded, submitting to the reasoning. The watch clicked, winding done.
Post by
Skreeran
Character: Gurka, Dag'rema, Kitanga
Location: Feralas
Dag'rema said nothing, but walked away from Gurka to go stand by Rotha. Kitanga stood by the children, having finished her story a little while ago, and finally changed into her spirit wolf form in order to carry a child easily.
Character: Snowmane
Location: Dragonblight
"I'm sure that all seems well and good from your perspective," Snowmane answered, taking another drink. "But forgive me if the wellbeing my daughter is worth a little more. Should you ever try to force her back into that hell we came from, you'll have to kill me first."
Malice watched Damocles, waiting to see what he'd say. She didn't believe even for one second that he'd let her go. He hated her and other paradoxes like her too much, and he was too cruel to let her go, even if it made logical sense. He'd figure something out. Some way to pacify Varyn in order to keep her captive.
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355559
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Post by
Skreeran
Character: Gurka, Dag'rema, Kitanga
Location: Feralas
Dag'rema frowned back, thoroughly frustrated.
Kitanga nuzzled the orc boy, trying to coax him onto her back.
Post by
355559
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Post by
Skreeran
Character: Kitanga
Location: Feralas
"
We have to go,
" Kitanga told the child, following after him. "
We can't stay here.
"
Post by
355559
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Post by
Skreeran
Character: Kitanga
Location: Feralas
"
House isn't safe,
" Kitanga answered, circling around him and nudging him away. "
I have to take you where it's safe.
"
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